Xiao didn't say a word.
Cliché condolences or etiquette were pointless. Xiao merely looked at Jun Shang's face and at President 's coffin that was covered in wet dirt. Her face was so pale, so hard, that Jun Shang could barely stand it.
They stood like that for a long time. The rain continued to pour down. The raindrops flowed down the umbrella and dripped onto the grave.
Jun Shang suddenly remembered the first day he had met her. He had been worried that she would fall for him. They were contract marriage partners, not Romeo and Juliet.
A faint smile spread across his lips. He shouldn't have thought that way. Fate worked in mysterious ways. No one knew what twists and turns would come their way.
